How are Leaders of Sheep Elected? Ewenanimously.

 Yes, I just made that joke.

A couple of weeks ago, my parents and Andrew took me to a sheep farm to cheer me up during my stressful thesis work. Now that that's all done, I can finally post the pictures.

Way to photobomb, Mama Ewe.

 Get ready for random sheep photos. Cause that's all this post is about.

This ewe had her head tilted the entire time I was there.
The entire time. It probably had brain damage.

Here's the first lamb I got to hold. You can all guess the sounds coming out of my mouth at that moment.

I liked this little guy, because he looked like a flirty animal version of Taylor Momsen. 

 

Hey Ladies. I've been baaaaaaaaaahd.



Ok, so there's not that much of a ressemblance... I may have been high while on the farm. 

HIGH ON LIFE!

May or may not be hallucinating right here.

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P.S. I know my posts have been very minimalistic in the word department lately. I promise I'll jabber more in later posts. Unless I talk too much, then you can just let me know. Andrew lets me know all of the time. Not that it stops me.

I have a million posts on the go, including one about Lucy's Agility Class (disaster), a how-to cleaning guide (Ha!), and a nightmare with killer clowns (terrifying). I just have to actually sit down and finish writing them.